SONG OF THE HORSE

NAVAJO

How joyous his neigh! Lo, the Turquoise Horse of Johano-ai, How joyous his neigh, There on precious hides outspread standeth he; How joyous his neigh, There on tips of fair fresh flowers feedeth he; How joyous his neigh, There of mingled waters holy drinketh he; How joyous his neigh, There he spurneth dust of glittering grains; How joyous his neigh, There in mist of sacred pollen hidden, all hidden he; How joyous his neigh, There his offspring many grow and thrive for evermore; How joyous his neigh!